Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.